The day over, the night begun
swarms of people escaping life
descend upon a myriad of places for fun,
relief from the daily grind
they are out to have a good time,
entertainment of all kind,
eateries to fit the palate of humankind
pleasures to be found to fill, to satiate,
free, loose souls hoping for a date
well heeled one must be, to participate
this is no game, one can make a fatal mistake,
yet all is thrill, laughter, food and wine
the more risqué the shows, the more inspired,
no, here nothing is divine,
The night wears on, complete with array of neon signs,
some found success in what they sought
while others seek and search as the night looks on,
much is sham, much is fake
still people hope to get a break,
rays of early morning sun
help dissolve the crowd, clear the deck
as a new day dawns, life returns to the mundane.